Will it ever end?

Monday, the day Greg got sick, I slept in the guest room. Before Meredith went to bed, I told her I would be sleeping in there if she needed something. When she asked why, I told her it was because Daddy was sick. She said, "Are you afraid Daddy will throw up on you while you sleep?" Then at 3am, she comes in and says, "Mommy, I need something." Guess I set her up for it.

Here's the pictures of the kitchen and the den from the day I spent in bed. As Greg called it, "While Mommy was out of commission..."